Long Beaufort Poems

The Alaskan Oil Pipeline

Nineteen sixty-eight confirmed the year
Of discovery by ‘Humble Oil’
To North America’s largest oil field,
On the North Slope of the Brooks Range;
A west to east Northern Alaskan mountain chain.
An area forty miles wide...

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Some people wind up with twisted knickers
When they get insulted by nitpickers
Words are sticks and stones
Causing moans and groans
When they hear heckling whispers and snickers

Women used to call knickers 'underpants'
They'd get them twisted with tauntings...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air
Words alone cannot describe it;...

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I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rasputin"



The Rat was buried in the Pet Cemetery
His name was Rasputin

She had been fond of him for some time
feeding him morsels 
every now and again
tickling his whiskers occasionally -
until he decided...

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I
Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits
Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt
BY choice, folk in small spaces
Hide from Civilization, national mandates
On Environmental Courtesies and Policies
But these birds survive and thrive
While feces flow from poor piping...

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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort


The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I'd cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic...

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Mosquitoes rarely come at you, face to face. This is a classic sneak-attack kinda enemy, often found behind one's head, or about navel height. After a year in these tropics doing missionary work, I use...

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I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words 
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you...

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Oh how I love to read poems by Viv Wigley
He has me in hysterics and makes me go giggly

Ilene Bauer has a wonderful wit
Her clever humour is a real smash hit

Jack Ellison pens many a...

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Science Fiction and "Church" may have met tonight in Ft. Beaufort, South Africa.

Mr. and Mrs. Steele lived in a frail care facility. She survives but Frikkie Steele passed away at 4: 15 pm (16h15, military...

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I'm a sea captain!
Don't need a microphone !
I watched you take a back spin
With the skills I've honed

You pre picked your pansy pearl
Thought I didn't know it?
You presented your gargantuan 
giggly girl
But didn't expect the...

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I
In a "decent" town, Ft. Beaufort, within 90km
I arrived about Seven in the morning
For much-needed cash from a Bank ATM
Who knew, the ATM took my card & "jammed"

II
Long story short, I met on roadside crosses
As...

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Hello, my most esteemed poets,

I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of...

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Eight salty Beaufort striking my face 
at the edge of Inverness. 
With my hands wide open 
I'm balancing like a seagull 
in front of the black and angry Atlantic.

I feel your lonely sunset  
as...

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Not for a second think I've left the soup kitchen
and quite frankly, I'm tired of all the B itching.
not from those real poets who know how to write
with pen in hand or fingers on a...

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I
Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads,...

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Walking out of church into the autumn morning
Among many this overwhelming feeling
There are no bad people, no addicts this day
Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky
Such a calmness descends
All seems well -...

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Polar caps in melt will flow
undulation currents blow...
ocean,bay,rivers and streams
tributaries from estuaries...

The arctic,beaufort,and the baffin
hudson,james,and the st.lawrence
into 5 great fingered lakes
flowing into rivers make...

The mississippi and missouri
flooding's caused many to worry
heavy snow,and heavy rains
which only...

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As i looked up to the sky

The darkness ever so slightly dissipated

And was replaced by the majesty, grace,
wonder and beauty

Of a billion plus stars

Some so large, bright and close

It felt like i could wrap my...

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I
Songs are made for singer; if God doesn't sing, songs may survive, not thrive

II
As candle to candlelight, we are light, not carrying vehicles

III
Waves have personality, but die & merge into ocean; Ocean enjoys being waves,...

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I come here as to a temple
An old-fashioned thing
Before Lisa, Joe, Paula, Jen
I condemn false gods of pain
Foul gods foretold in That Day
When coupling will dishonor Jesus
Coupling in lust, incest, vengeance
And the greed of the...

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